It’s Ok Thursday

I’m getting back into the swing of things: new semester, new job, new adventures.

Let’s link up, shall we?

Its Ok Thursdays

It’s ok…

+ That I didn’t get very much done this summer, but instead watched a lot of Netflix and read 42 books

+ That only one of the aforementioned books was off of my classics list

+ That I had froyo for lunch yesterday

+ That some of my closest friends moved away. I’m determined to keep in touch.

+ That I didn’t really do any prep for school until about 15 minutes before I left for class

+ That I brag about being awesome

+ That instead of doing my laundry, I washed one pair of shorts, one top, and one bra to wear immediately

+ That I stayed up super late to finish a book and slept in until 9am

+ That I am completely dreading dog sitting next week

+ That I still haven’t paid my tuition for this semester

+ That I have way too many crushes right now


It’s Okay Thursdays

Its Ok Thursdays

It’s Okay…

+ That I suck at blogging. I need to preschedule posts instead of thinking I’ll find time in my crazy life to do them.

+ That I’ve read 4,538 pages in the past week and a half and not one of them has been from Anna K.

+ That my library books are overdue.

+ That I pretended to be 20 years old this weekend.

+ That I haven’t bought any of my school books yet. Or paid my fall tuition. Oops.

+ That I ate way too many sweet potato fries this weekend.

+ That I have lots of crushes on people I’ll never actually date.

Sunday Social

I officially need to pre schedule all of my link up blog posts because I am just never around the day of! I did have a legit excuse this weekend though, I was in the lovely city of Pittsburgh helping my brother move into his new apartment. Specifically, I spent Sunday moving his friends heavy couches up 8 twisty flights of stairs and cooking 100 meals for all the boys. Have I mentioned I’m the BEST sister?

Sunday Social

What were you like in Middle School/HS? (pictures)
I was weird. I mean, I’ve always been weird. I was really shy and quiet and only came out of my shell with my best friends or onstage or at work where I ran birthday parties for kids. I was always super busy between 30 hours a week of dance class, play rehearsals, choir practice, color guard, working, teaching Sunday school, and fitting in time for friends. I read a ton and saved up my money to see Broadway shows. I loved doing things for my friends – throwing surprise parties and making creative gifts and silly parodies.
At least this is one step up from a mirror shot.
I thought I was a Hollister model.
8th grade graduation dance with my two besties ❤
This is me doing a yak impression and my friends being afraid of me. Typical.
Obsessed with slash terrified of dinosaurs
lovies ❤
Spent my life in stage make-up
What were your favorite past times?
Performing, in any aspect. Even if it was just re-enacting a funny incident for friends. I loved being onstage – acting, singing, and dancing. I was the first student to ever be in all four plays and all four musicals in high school. When I wasn’t performing or rehearsing, I loved going on crazy adventures with my friends. We used to have dance parties in the Dairy Queen parking lot where one of my friends worked. We had crazy themed parties (ChristmaHannaBirthdayka) and went to all the dances and school functions together. We also spent weekends playing card games and hot tubbing. I loved my job, even though it was pretty crazy running birthday parties for 30 five year olds. I loved being creative and acting like a kid. I also liked teaching Sunday school – my class was four and five year olds and they were so adorable. Traveling was my biggest passion and I was so lucky to go to places like Hawaii, Mexico, and Europe throughout middle school and high school. I also spent lots of summer weekends on the lake boating, tubing, and water skiing with friends.
With friends in Athens. Don’t worry, I’m not naked – those are khaki shorts.
Lake day!
Celebrating a friend’s 16th birthday
My friends all loved to ice skate, but I am terrible at it and would hide on the side of the rink until one of my friends agreed to tow me around the ice like a child.
Climbing Mt. Everest aka the giant mountain of snow in the movie theater parking lot. So very cool.
Taking the train into the city to see Spring Awakening!
Sneaking a peek at Tom’s cards during Mao.
Sisterhood of the Traveling Bracelet ❤
What songs were you obsessed with? (Backstreet Boys anyone?)
My best friends and I had a whole dance routine to Mambo Number Five which we HAD to perform every time we heard it. I also loved B*witched, N*Sync, Britney, Chrisina, and LFO. I spent most of high school listening to Broadway soundtracks: Les Mis, Aida, Rent, The Apple Tree, The Drowsy Chaperone, Chicago, Spring Awakening, 42nd Street, and many, many more.
What fashion statement do you look back on and cringe?
My middle school/high school style wasn’t too bad, but back in 5th grade I decided I was too cool for jeans and refused to wear them. This resulted in a lot of black sporty striped pants paired with nice tops. Yikes.
fashion model.
Who was your celeb crush?
I didn’t really have celeb crushes. Instead I pined over boys at school who I would never actually have the courage to talk to. I was super cool.
What were your favorite tv shows/movies?
Breakfast at Tiffany’s (and everything Audrey), White Christmas, The Charlie’s Angels movies, Spice World, Blue Crush, Finding Nemo, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
TV I was obsessed with Everwood, Friends, and TGIF

{updated} My first ever music festival.

{update} Firefly just announced that Passion Pit has cancelled their show & after party on Saturday, along with 6 other upcoming shows, due to lead singer Michael Angelakos’ mental health struggles. I’m super disappointed I won’t get to see them live or hear the new Gossamer tracks performed, but I wish them the best. This also makes my decision on who to see a bit easier. Hey, Lupe!

In exactly four days I will be en route to Delaware for the inaugural Firefly Festival. Firefly seems like Bonnaroo, Jr. – a smaller scale and also not 700 miles away. Originally I wanted to attend Bonnaroo since the line-up was magical, but the cost was just too much for me this year. As soon as my friend Kelsey told me about Firefly, I wanted to go.

Over the past few weeks I’ve spent way too much money on tickets, made an extensive camping list, bought a tent, and planned cute festival outfits. But the hardest part of this experience so far has been planning who to see.

The problem: there are usually at least two performances going on at different stages at the same time. And in a lot of cases, I want to see both.

Luckily, Firefly has a free iPhone app that’s been useful in making my custom schedule and checking out the festival map to plan sprints between shows.

However, I’m still stuck when it comes to choosing between some groups. My current match-ups include:

+The Wallflowers vs. Matt Costa

+Bassnectar vs. Silversun Pickups

+Grouplove vs. The Knocks

+Passion Pit vs. Lupe Fiasco

Seriously? This is like Sophie’s Choice for me. Have you heard Gossamer? Ugh.

Decision was made for me! Lupe Fiasco it is.

+AWOLNATION vs. Bombay Bicycle Club

+The Flaming Lips vs. Girl Talk

If anyone has seen any of the above live, please let me know how they were!

The bands I’m definitely going to see include The Head and the Heart, Cold War Kids, Ra Ra Riot, Fitz and the Tantrums, The Killers, Blind Pilot, OK GO, John Legend, Young the Giant, and more.

Vamping with velociraptors

When you look up synomyms on (which I often do mainly because my brain is too ADHD to be able to think of the word I’m trying to think of), they usually provide example sentences for the use of the word if it can be a verb/noun/adjective/etc. So when I was typing the title for this post, I looked up flirt, and this was one of the example sentences:

He is a master of moving the dialogue along, an epicene flirt with a mustache who wears cashmere jackets and pastel socks.

I would like to find this man and marry him at once.

In other romantic news, I know it’s completely embarrassing and still not totally embraced by society, but I have an online dating account which I use occasionally as an ego boost and also in hopes of talking to interesting people who don’t wear wife beaters. You get a lot of creepy, hilarious, and scary messages, especially when dealing with a free service. I take these in stride, but I hit a new low with a recent message.

It was from a dinosaur.

I don’t mean an old guy. I mean an actual dinosaur. Not just the picture, the entire profile is that of a dinosaur.

So, there you have it. We’re even a 94% match. My dating prospects have now been whittled down to velociraptors.

Oh, and to explain the  context of the message, I have a dinosaur nightlight because I’m afraid of monsters.

I’m the girl who holds squirrel funerals.

If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you already know that 1. I am the weirdest person ever, and 2. I really love animals. Except for the pug, with whom I have a love/hate relationship.

I get so upset whenever I see an animal that has been hit by a car. I adore almost every animal God put on this Earth (except for spiders, scary bugs, and snakes, but no one likes those anyway).

Today, I was walking my dog when I saw a tiny, gray ball of fur curled up in our yard. I thought it was strange that an animal would be laying out in the open like that, especially considering how many hawks we have around here. I brought Kirby inside and went to go investigate.

I crept up and saw it was a tiny baby squirrel. It looked like he was just sleeping, curled up among the blades of grass. I didn’t want to leave him alone since he was so small and could easily be attacked or eaten by another animal. I took a leaf and gently brushed his back. He didn’t move. That’s when I noticed his bottom arm looked like it was bent in a funny position. I slowly rolled him over and saw that it was obviously broken and it had probably been from a fall.

This tiny, little helpless creature was dead. And I was heartbroken.

You could tell he had a family that took care of him: his fur was smooth and clean and he looked well-fed. I didn’t want to just leave him there, knowing the weather or other animals would destroy his body. So I organized a squirrel funeral.

I guessed he had fallen from a branch right above where he lay, so I dug a small hole next to the base of that tree. I laid him inside, covered him, and then placed rocks and pinecones at the head. I ran around my yard gathering flowers to cover his little grave.

I wanted his family to be able to visit him from their tree and thought he deserved a nice, little memorial. I cried a little bit and then went inside and left him to rest in peace.

I am officially a crazy person.

I’m not a player, I just crush a lot.

I will freely admit that I am one of those girls who fall in like very quickly. Whether it’s the cute Coast Guard boy in my accounting class, Alec Baldwin, or someone I have an actual shot at dating, I tend to read people fairly well and assess their potential in my large pool of daydream scenarios.

When I’m not crushing on a real, live human being, I sometimes turn to fictional characters. That’s right, I’m a fictiophile. I wouldn’t say I’m quite as creepy as the middle aged women who gets tattoos of Edward Cullen’s face on their bodies, but I’m heading in that direction.

Some of my current and former crushes include:

Oliver Wood (book version, not movie version)

In the books, we get to see him as a man in control (and maybe a little OCD). Yum.

Super Grover

Yes, I have a crush on a Sesame Street character. But it’s the superhero version, so back off.

Marius from Les Mis
If you’ve never seen Les Mis, you really should. I relate so much to Eponine, admiring Marius from afar and dreaming of being with him.
Cory Matthews

How can you not love Cory Matthews? I remember being young and watching Boy Meets World, dreaming about the day I’d meet a guy just like him,  loving and goofy.

Peeta Mellark (book version since I haven't seen the movie)

Oh, Peeta. He may be the perfect guy. Loving, protective, creative, and funny. Plus, he can bake.

Matt Saracen

I dare you to watch Friday Night Lights and not fall in love with Matt. He is so sweet, shy, and dorky, it makes me squeal. Watching him pursue and then love Julie is the most adorable thing ever.

Henry Alden from The Boxcar Children

One of my biggest childhood crushes. I used to dream I was their neighbor and got to go on adventures and fall in love with Henry.

Ephram Brown

Everwood was my favorite show through middle school/early high school. Ephram was my dream guy and probably the reason I dated a pianist. He was dark and brooding, and yet had this sarcastic humor I just loved.

 I’ve left out one of my biggest crushes: my Disney “prince” crush! You can see him revealed here tomorrow. (Ah, the anticipation).

And now that I’ve ‘fessed up, who are some of your fictional crushes?

Dream a little dream of me

I know I’ve talked about dreams (or rather nightmares) here before, but I just have to revisit the subject. The last couple weeks, I have been having the weirdest dreams. Normally, I remember at least 1-2 dreams a night and they are always weird. So for these recent ones to be blog-worthy, you know they have to raised the bar on anti-normalness.

The subjects have ranged from being peed on by the world’s largest alligator to attempting to dig a hole to the center of the Earth. They tend to be on the scary side, as evidenced by last night’s where I imagined I was Belle and the Beast was holding all of the Disney princesses captive in a scary castle and I tried to kill him with a machete, but did not succeed.

Some of them have been awesome, like the time I dreamt I was playing the lead in a Hannah Montana musical.

I’ve found this dream website where you can search different terms and find out what they mean. So far, I’ve been told I’m dying, I need to find a man, and I have no money.

I love hearing about people’s dreams. I love interpreting them even more. So lay it on me, lovely readers! If you post one of your own crazy dreams in the comments, I will interpret it, free of charge! Although, feel free to send me a pony. Or a man. Or a man-pony. Centaurs FTW!

I’m so good at blogging

It’s a good thing I didn’t go ahead and purchase a domain name after NaBloPoMo considering it would have sat unused for six weeks. But I’m back! And that’s all that matters.

In the interest of easing back into writing, I’ll be keeping things light today with a list:

Signs you are 22 going on 80

1. You hate driving at night or in the rain because the glare bothers your eyes.

2. You wear a sweater… to bed.

3. You wear a nightgown… to bed. And to get the mail.

4. You love foods like cottage cheese, oatmeal, and pudding because there is minimal chewing involved.

5. You have a huge crush on Bing Crosby.

6. All of your other crushes are over the age of 30.

7. You want to pinch the cheeks of every baby you see.

8. You use curlers.

9. You apply night cream on your face every night.

10. Your reading list mainly consists of books published before 1920.

I’m the next Scorcese

I am a multi-talented kid. I am a songwriter, a stand-up comedian, and a renowned Sculpey artist. But two of my greatest hidden talents are my skills as a director and videographer.

You all know I’m a terrible matchmaker and ended up stealing a boy from my friend. Well, Kyle and I were together until the night before high school started when he broke up with me over AIM because his mom wanted him to concentrate on school instead of girls. I’m fairly convinced the real reason was that he hated Disney World and refused to plan our imaginary Disney wedding. But this is all in the past.

Fast forward a couple months and we still have a great deal of mutual friends. He has a new girl (proving my Disney world theory), but it’s okay because I had moved on to older men. We were in the same English class along with all of our friends and our teacher Mrs Hayes assigned a group project. We had to team up and recreate Romeo and Juliet using any medium we preferred.

We ended up with about 12 people in our group for some reason, including Kyle. We decided to make a modern movie version of Romeo & Juliet. We began casting roles and everyone wanted Kyle to be Romeo since he was tall and good-looking. I was pushed to be Juliet because of my acting experience (I was the only freshman cast in the high school’s fall play and one of two freshman girls in the spring musical. I was kind of a rockstar.) However, due to our history, I refused to partner up with Kyle. Another girl played Juliet and I chose to move behind-the-scenes and took on the role of director and videographer.

Our group was a bunch of type-A honor roll kids, so of course the production was a huge deal. We wrote a script, had costumes, set design, and everyone memorized their lines. We got together almost every day for two weeks to work on everything and film. Most of the filming was done around my house and neighborhood since it was close to some of my groupmates homes. We filmed the balcony scene with “Juliet” leaning out of my bedroom window.

The climactic scene of our movie was the lovestruck couple meeting at a bridge and planning to run away together before they are caught and they jump off. This was the last scene we needed to film and we had spent all day on it. There was a little bridge over a stream in the neighborhood next to mine, so we filmed there. We were having a hard time getting it right and everyone was getting antsy.

We finally got the take we needed and wrapped filming. My mom drove down to pick us and our equipment and props up to bring us back to my house for pizza and a screening of our masterpiece. We came in, put everything away, and settled in to watch.

I plugged in the video camera and suddenly noticed something was wrong. Instead of the opening scenes, all I saw was what looked like the inside of a car. I could hear my own voices and my friends’ voices in the background. I tried rewinding and fastforwarding, but couldn’t find anything we had filmed.

I had forgotten to turn the camera off after the last scene and somehow ended up taping over everything we had filmed the last two weeks.

Everyone was absolutely pissed. I nearly broke down into tears, but there was no one else to blame. The group quickly tried to figure out a time for everyone to get together to re-film the entire movie. Someone proposed doing it that weekend, but I was going to be out of town for a dance competition and said I couldn’t make it. No one seemed to care that the girl who had ruined the entire project couldn’t make it, so they decided to get together that weekend anyway.

We had to present our projects in the class the next week and I tried every trick in the book to get my mom to let me stay home. I ran the thermometer under hot water and did as much fake coughing as I could to no avail.

English was last period and I spent the whole day dreading it. I was afraid the video would turn out terribly, we’d get a bad grade, and it’d be all my fault.

It finally came time for class and I purposely sat in the back corner away from the angry glares of my group mates. One of them popped in the video as I turned white from nervousness.

It actually turned out well, almost as good as what we had originally filmed. Our teacher was amazed at how far above and beyond we had gone and immediately rewarded each of us extra credit.

Everyone in the group eventually forgave me, but I was never trusted with a video camera again.